Just a touch of death
is what sometimes bring us back...
Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...
There are pieces of me
on the couch...
You appear as a ghost to me,
when I play chords simply yet soulfully...
I have so much to say
but my throat is a gas chamber...
It's not my burden
it's not my responsibility...
I see the sun it feels so warm, lighting up my...
I feel the sand under my feet, so warm with it's...
Believe -
Rise up to your...
You are a loose arrow
launched from...
Regret only unsaid words
Every opportunity missed...
'Friends' well they don't always
Understand so they...
A voice that cries and wings that wildly beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try...